I chuckled before I blanketed her mouth with mine. Her giggles turned to groans as I buried my dick into her warm wetness and slid my hand between our bodies. It didn’t take me long to find that sweet, swollen nub of hers. An effortless mound that I’d lick clean in the morning just to pull her awake and out of her dreams.
I’d make her legs shake around my face for breakfast.
But at that moment, I wanted nothing more than for her to give herself over to me.
“Shit,” she hissed.
I slowly twirled my fingertips around the outer edge of her sensitive bud. “You like that?”
She nodded quickly. “Y-y-y-y—yes. Oh!”
“Ooooh, that was a good spot.”
She hissed softly. “There. Right there.”
“Riiiiight… there?”
Her eyes fluttered closed as her voice turned animalistic. “Dear fucking God, right there.”
I watched every feature on her face contort in pleasure as her walls milked my dick. I sat there, my hips immobile, as I flicked my wet fingertip along her sensitive tip. She jumped for me. Jolted, and gasped. Her skin flushed from head to toe in a lovely color that I hoped to coat her in every night for the rest of our lives.
And as she continued to buck ravenously against me, I felt my own end approaching.
“Fucking Christ, what do you do to me?” I grumbled.
Her back arched so deeply that I thought it might snap. “Here it coooooomes.”
I pressed my thumb along her pulsing mound and felt her unravel. Her walls pulsed, milking me dry as my cock finally exploded. I growled out her name as she bobbed and weaved along my cock. We both lost control of our actions, allowing our bodies to move us however they needed to seek out the love and pleasure they both craved. I grew weak, though. For the first time in my life, I became weak toward a woman.
And as I fell against her, blanketing her vulnerability away from the world, she slid her arms around my neck.
Before she pressed the sweetest kiss to my cheek.
“I love you so much, Fangs,” she whispered.
I buried my face into the crook of her neck. “I love you too, Julia.”
To this day, I had no idea how long we laid there. I didn’t even know how long our orgasms lasted. All I knew was that we clung to one another, holding on for dear life as our bodies spiraled completely out of control.
Before I rolled off to the side and brought her with me.
“Do you think it’s odd?” she asked.
I tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear. “Is what odd?”
She shrugged. “I mean, I don’t know about you, but… how is it possible to love someone after only knowing them for a few days?”
I snickered. “Beats me.”
She propped her head up. “And yet, the more time I spend with me, the more that exact thing happens.”
“What? Falling in love?”
She blushed. “Yeah.”
I leaned forward, kissing her lips softly. “At least you’re not alone in that boat.”
She searched my gaze. “I’m not?”
